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"It's OK." - Bob

Tonight I was thinking about signs. In the regular world signs are there to help us navigate. No Left Turn. Stop. One Way Do Not Enter. In another world there are different signs. A world not so obvious. But still there to assist us in finding our way.

There are signs that let us know on a deeper level that everything is ok. I have always been noticing those different signs and seeking their meaning. Those signs are there to guide us on an inner level. I call them the invisible signs. They are literally invisible if you’re not ready to see them. When you are ready to see them and you do they expand your mind. They blow us away. They break the hold of the ordinary signs and launch us into trusting what we see on an intuitive level.

"It Was Meant 2 Be". I remember walking along the street and finding this small one inch by two inch rubber sign in the gutter. At the time I was dating a woman off and on and took this as a sign that we should be together permanently. I really thought I knew the signs meaning and that it meant we were to be together for a very long time. Little did I know that it was in fact meant to be that I would be tested in a way I never imagined. The signs we see in the regular world mean what they intend. Yield means yield. No parking means don’t park there. It was meant 2 be wasn’t exactly that. It was a sign that helped me understand myself in a new way. That relationship ended a short time later and I was devastated. Yet I grew and evolved in such a beautiful way. Maybe that was meant 2 be.

I have witnessed a dear friend dramatically expand from never believing the signs, or needing a billboard size sign to really believe what she saw, to acknowledging all the signs regardless of size and not missing one of them. She shared an amazing story with me the other day.

Her beloved had passed away very suddenly and she was asking, pleading really, for a sign to help her through her grief. As she walked into a department store to look for something to wear to his funeral she looked up to see a huge banner covering the entire back wall of the store. She gasped as she read this sign. It said “It’s OK”. Bob. Her beloveds name was Bob.

The signs are always there. Always. The message is always there. Notice. Open. Believe. Trust. Surrender. See the signs. Know their meaning. Or not.

They are all around us. All the time.

Divided Highway Ends.

No U Turn…


J

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